#I want to kill the old rick in the second one he’s the reason I never posted this but I wanted too for so long dumb mother fucker.

[olgunny]

BUH

#these are so old #I want to kill the old rick in the second one he’s the reason I never posted this but I wanted too for so long dumb mother fucker. #old rick is so hard he’s so hard to draw I wish I could do it I’d be so annoying and terrible if I could you don’t understand #but these aren’t really anything anyway. they are for fun but I refused to post them if they weren’t together #I need to be more active but I’m scared. I’m drunk right now though so it’s okay(for rn) #god these really are old though. #like almost two years ? #i’m not me right now so i’m just saying fuck it two tears in the bucket and posting it #the top one is more important #I genuinely only think about the same like seven lisa characters i’m so sorry #going on four years strong #‘new’ job sucking the life out of me #wah #lisa rpg #richard weeks #ricks character has done such irreparable damage to me #not in the fun way im in hell #he’s my betty boop #IM GOING to play sonic generations now goodbaba maybe sonic unleashed(wii) goodbye #I can’t draw I do this to keep my mind sedated sorry #maybe sonic maina #HAPPY 5AM!!!!!!!!!! #:)

[cultofdixon]

The archer’s apprentice

Daryl Dixon [PLATONIC] • They/Them Pronouns • “Ain’t gonna hurt yea kid” “…how can I trust you?” “Take the risk” • SFW/ANGST • TW: Abandonment Issues / Separation Anxiety / Injuries / Scars

Requested by: Anon

Stupid fucking rain Daryl thought as he quickly ran into the cabin after pushing what was blocking the door on the other side far enough to slip in.

But right as he did, a bolt whipped past his head hitting the wall next to him. Daryl turned where the shot was fired and saw the kid still aiming their crossbow at him before dropping it and cowering.

“Ain’t gonna hurt yea kid”

“…how can I trust you?”

“Take the risk” Daryl shrugs watching the kid scramble, ditching their weapon and climbing on top of the bookshelf in an alarmingly fast pace that was impressive and concerning. The only concerning part about it is they must’ve done that before for whatever other reason. “‘M just gonna hold up for a bit…”

No response to his words concerned him but the kid was still keeping to themselves afraid of the stranger.

The archer could only assume why the kid was alone and every thought didn’t make him feel any better. He carefully takes the bolt out of the wall making his way over to where they left their crossbow and placed it beside it. Then he went to make sure the rest of the cabin was secure while also exploring it himself.

He noticed the opened cans on the floor but also the few still in the cupboards of the kitchen. He took only one of them, because he was looking for food before the storm hit.

“How long have yea been here?” Daryl asks returning into the room in hopes that the short time of not talking that they would open up slightly. But all they did was readjust to be more comfortable on top of the bookshelf. “You can trust me yknow”

“H-How many walkers have you killed?”

Rick’s questions? “Too many to keep track of”

“P-People?”

“Also…too many to keep track of” Daryl frowns sitting down on the couch that kept the door closed. “But not in ill intent. There was always a reason”

“Good reasons? How c-can there be good reasons for killing people…”

“They threaten the lives of those yea care about”

“Okay…but if that’s it, and not everyone threatens those you care about, then what is the reason”

Self defense? They’ve been bit? I can’t think of anything else? Daryl tried to think hard about it as the kid slouches.

“Killing is so stupid…n-not that the government was better in the old world…but still. Why does it have to only end with that…”

“Things have changed” Daryl frowns opening the can up noticing the kid’s glued stare on the item. Which lead to the archer handing it to them as they devoured its contents in seconds. “There’s so many open cans, but you eat like you haven’t in days”

“I can’t…get the cans open”

“You don’t have a knife?”

“No…”

“Your bolt can help open it”

“I broke the others, that’s my last one”

“How did yea end up alone?” It was coming, even the kid knew that. But they didn’t want to say anything. It was fresh, and some part of Daryl knew that.

“Look, I just opened that one for yea. I’m gonna open another for you to eat and then one for myself. Alright?”

“You’re not—“

“I’m not gonna poison it, kid. You ate that one and haven’t died” Daryl states watching them inspect the can but decided not to think that he did something to it when they were given the next one. “How’d yea find this place?” He asks on his way back to the couch watching the kid climb down the bookcase then deciding to sit on the floor.

“It’s my uncle’s cabin…”

“Is your uncle around?”

They shook their head bringing their sadden gaze back toward the can as they started to eat more slowly this time. Daryl frowns feeling awful for what the kid must’ve gone through before he found them.

When the weather cleared, Daryl stepped out of the cabin as he was a bit surprised that the kid let him stay. But they didn’t seem to want to be alone during the storm because during the night they freaked out from the thunder and Daryl woke to them asleep on the floor next to the couch he slept on. Before he stepped out, he had placed them on the couch.

But a part of him didn’t leave.

Daryl heard quick shuffling inside the cabin seeing the kid run out in a bit of a panic. But once they saw him they straightened up and pretended they didn’t just do that.

“Never got your name”

“Y/N”

“‘M Daryl, are you alright?”

“Uh. Yeah uh. You leaving I guess” Y/N stepped back pressing their back against the wall, fidgeting with the ends of their sleeves.

Deep down, Daryl didn’t want to leave the kid alone and he wasn’t going to. But he wanted to make it seem like their idea to go with him back to their community.

“I can teach yea how to shoot”

The light in their eyes sparked when he said such as they straightened up looking at the archer with a pleasing look.

“Really?”

“Mhm. I’ll give yea a bolt or two. Go get your crossbow, and I’ll set up” Daryl went back inside with the kid as they ran to get their things while he grabbed a few empty cans.

After Daryl had set up a little shooting range, he set his own crossbow against a nearby tree along with his pack before taking a few of his own bolts for Y/N who approached him unnoticed. He flinched which resulted in the kid doing the same.

“Holy fuck”

“Sorry” Y/N frowns gripping the strap to their crossbow. “Didn’t mean to spook you…”

“Yknow going unnoticed like that can save yea and others”

“If I can land a shot…”

“Which we’ll be workin’ on”

The basics, Y/N already knew and Daryl kept an eye on them along with their surroundings for any walkers while they loaded the bolt in and held their crossbow in the right position.

“Gotta widen your stance a bit, not too much but enough to plant yourself”

“How does that help with my aim?”

“Well. Best not to fall over when firin’”

“Mm. Okay” Y/N couldn’t argue with that but before they even could fire the bolt, the two heard a walker. But before Daryl could even get his own crossbow and tell Y/N to get behind him.

They discarded the crossbow and quickly grabbed a rock from the rock pile they had standing outside the cabin. Daryl looks at them confused as he ignored it to grab their crossbow that was already loaded and before he knew it, he watches Y/N climb a near by tree high enough and jump on the walker using the rock to crush its skull enough for them to swiftly take their knife out stabbing the gooey inside.

The sight was a bit horrific that Daryl wishes he could unsee it. But before he could try, he couldn’t help but notice the obvious.

“If yea had a knife, why didn’t yea use that to open the cans?”

“Cuz I had someone to do it for me! Then he died and I was alone for three days before you came” Y/N snaps as they took the rock they used to kill the walker returning it to the pile that clicked to Daryl.

It was a grave in a sense. Without the body.

“I’m sorry”

“Whatever…” They frown readjusting the rock formation a bit as Daryl handed their crossbow back once it was fixed to their liking. “So back to it?”

“Mhm”

A few hours of this and Daryl knew he should be heading back to his community before someone will come looking for him. Not that he needs rescuing. Y/N is harmless for the most part.

One last time, they loaded the bolt into their crossbow and aimed it for one of the cans as Daryl gently pushes the end down a bit to help. That’s when Y/N took the shot and finally got the center of the can.

“Fuck yes!”

“Nice shot”

The unfamiliar voice startled Y/N to hug their crossbow as Daryl quickly assured it was someone he knew that also knew how to sneak up on people unnoticed.

“You didn’t come back so Rick sent me” Carol smiles crossing her arms at the two archers seeing Y/N bring themselves to hide behind Daryl. “I’m not gonna bite. I’m a friend”

“Yeah this is my friend Carol, she’s nice”

“Only nice?” She scoffs.

“Fine, and she’s got an ego” Daryl smirks only to get smacked in the chest by Carol once she approached as Y/N tried to fight back the laugh that escaped them. “But yeah you can trust her, she ain’t scary”

“Nice, not scary. Total package” Carol smiles watching the kid relax faster with her than they did with Daryl as he really had to take into consideration that he did barge in in their home. “You know they can come with us”

“I can?” Y/N quickly looks up at Daryl watching him nod. “Can…uh”

“I can still help yea with working on your bow skills”

Now that lead Y/N to quickly collect their things which wasn’t much but gave the adults enough time to talk about the time Daryl has been gone.

“You know why right?”

“Why what?”

“Why you didn’t leave them” Carol continues to smile at the archer as she watches Y/N step out of the cabin approaching the rock pile once more and taking one into their grasp before they went to retrieve the bolt. “You saw yourself in them…all alone in the woods with no one…couldn’t bear to leave them alone like how you were”

“You gettin’ sappy on me is gonna make it rain again”

“You could just say you are gonna cry” She nudges him followed by a grunt from him and a short lived laugh from her. “They’ll be in good hands. I know for a fact”

Soon the three were on their way back to Alexandria, Y/N kept close to Daryl as this was all new to them that when they stopped a few feet away from the gate…Daryl went to their side and taking it at their speed. Carol wishes she could document it for the books…

Alexandria’s crossbow duo

#cultofdixon #the walking dead #daryl dixon #daryl dixon x reader #daryl dixon fanfiction

[waynedunlaptheorgandonor]

i resent very much that i am writing twd meta this late in the year of our lord two-thousand-twenty-two after my long journey to distance myself from it, but the words are rattling around in my mind grapes, and because i am incapable of keeping things to myself, how about one more go for old time’s sake?

i think the main thing that i want to say to y’all is that we didn’t imagine it

obviously caryl has had chemistry from the very first scene they had together, but even these past few years, where we’ve dissected and meta’d every second of their screentime together under kang’s watch to death, and been like “here’s how bernie can still win!” we weren’t being delusional. the romantic beats were all there. the narrative was set up that way. she was wearing a ring in that dream sequence. he brought her a cherokee rose on a tray. they longed for each other, and planned to run away together, and it was never once foolish of us to believe otherwise, bc the only reason it didn’t happen is bc the narrative got eaten by amc’s desire to beat the shit out of twd for every drop of money it could possibly give them, and in the process they contracted Chris Charter Syndrome, which is unfortunately fatal

for those unfamiliar (tho with this group there’s probably enough crossover that i don’t rly need to explain), chris carter, the creator of the x-files, is notoriously dense af about how much of his show’s popularity is driven by his ~amazing lore~ vs the audience’s desire to have mulder and scully fuck

every conversation with him, to this day, goes p much like this:

[chris carter: people love the x-files for the mystery and intrigue and they don’t want resolved sexual tension, they want to watch our mains constantly will-they/won’t-they while battling government conspiracies until the end of time

the audience: we would watch one hundred billion hours of mulder and scully searching for bigfoot but comically missing him every time bc they get distracted by fucking each other, we could not care less about your plot. your plot doesn’t even make sense

chris carter: they just can’t wait to see what twists happen next

the audience: we are tired of the twists, and we want them to bone. in fact, here are graphs and studies and stats that all say that we would be much happier if you would just give us mulder and scully fighting silly monsters and stop trying to be gritty and dark with your plots that even you admit you don’t understand

chris carter: i am very good at my job

the audience: you are not good at your job]

rinse and repeat

if this sounds like gimple, that’s bc he has the worst case of CCS i’ve seen in a long time, and it’s unfortunate bc it’s contagious, and those who are especially susceptible are misogynistic money-hungry dudebro companies who think that what people want are GRIT and BLOOD and MAN PAIN, even when their statistics consistently tell them that they are wrong. a key component of CCS is an undeserved inflation of one’s ego and the inability to recognize the fact that one is making an ass out of oneself, which is why the past 84 years have looked like this:

[gimple: man, people love my negan and rick man-pain arc

the audience: no we don’t

gimple: i know what the ladies want, they want jerk-off contests between mediocre men while i kill off all their faves

the audience: no we don’t

amc: hmmm, while i’m picking up what you’re laying down, gimple, let’s see what this other showrunner can do for a minute

kang: people want stories about people. they want to see the seeds of character development that were planted at the very beginning bloom. they want to see the characters with chemistry go down on one another

the audience: yes, this, this is what we want

amc: interesting concept

amc: however

amc: that sounds suspiciously like conflict/resolution, and if things are neatly resolved then we can’t make money out of it anymore. i know that all the statistics say that caryl is our top ship, and that we should get them together, and let them have a concluded, peaceful ending

amc: BUT

amc: let’s instead launch a spin-off with one (1) of the duo (the male, obviously), and then let’s leave their storyline ambiguous bc that way they’ll follow us to the shitty spin-off, but also anyone who just has the hots for daryl/norman reedus will also watch bc he’s still an Eligible Bachelor ;) 

amc: this is a good idea that will make us lots of money

the audience: no it will not

amc: gimple, we need your wisdom again, btw, the people miss you

the audience: no we do not

gimple: who’s ready for some GRIT AND BLOOD AND MORE MAN PAIN?!?!?!

the audience: for the love of god]

it’s stupid and exhausting, and i have Mad Respect for those of you who have been putting so much effort into making sure our voices have been heard. ( @my-mt-heart , @gunmetal-ring​ , @lighteneverything​ to name just a few) plz know that your voice WAS heard, and i fully believe that you DID make an impact. it’s just that, when push comes to shove (i.e. when you’re dealing with misogynistic rich white men), CCS is one helluva disease

and it’s sad! it’s very very sad! i’ve been spending my time away over in the “our flag means death” universe, and y’all, it has been WILD. all of the interactions with the show’s creator and the cast have been “oh you enjoyed that? we’ll be sure to keep that in mind so that we can cultivate a show that you will love, bc it makes more sense to listen to our viewers than to ourselves sometimes, bc they’re the ones who keep us from driving ourselves directly into a ditch! thank you for your feedback, we appreciate and love you!”

like??????

but see, that’s the difference between creators who are in it for the story vs. creators who are in it for the money. if you are solely money-driven you’re never going to be able to dedicate yourself to the narrative, bc narratives have concrete endings. they require you to not always be looking for that next spin-off, or to not sacrifice a character’s integrity to fit it inside of a bad plotline. they are shows like the good place, that had an ending in mind from the start. they are shows like ofmd or what we do in the shadows, where the audience’s opinion gets listened to. even supernatural (mother fucking supernatural, you guys!!!) catered to its biggest fanbase better than twd did. it might have been clown shoes, but destiel’s last-minute confession was at least explicitly romantic. amc was too cowardly to give us even that, bc it might “jeopardize” their spin-off 

what we can take solace in, tho, is the fact that they are in the end stages of CCS. they think they’ve given enough to string caryl fans along over to the spin-off era of twd, but they haven’t. they’re going to crash and burn, and go out the way of GoT, in that everyone is going to be like “wow that was... let’s just not talk about that one, huh?” and it will be satisfying to watch them fizzle out into nothing when they get hit with the grim reality that they should have gotten their heads out of their asses and listened to their fans who told them that, yes, your “hot male lead” needs that middle-age grey-haired woman you cast to the side so carelessly, and that fact doesn’t change just bc you can’t fathom people caring about a woman over the age of 25

whatever. it is what it is. what matters most here is what i said up top, which is that we didn’t imagine it. we did not waste our time. we were not stupid. we had these beautiful characters laid out before us, and a storyline that supported them, and we took it and ran with it in the right direction. it’s not our fault that the narrative didn’t follow

our retribution will be the fact that now it’s our turn not to follow. instead, we can finally rest, not having to worry about the future, bc who fucking gives a shit about their dumb taunts, trying to get us to watch the spin-off for the “possibility” of caryl way down the line? we’re over it. we’re not chasing anymore carrots. we’re happy here in our caryl sandbox, with our li’l aus and headcanons and fix-its, and we don’t have to fucking discourse at each other every week anymore. we can come and go with a lightness we haven’t felt maybe fucking ever, bc it’s over now. it’s not in their hands anymore, it’s in ours

it was real. the feelings we felt, the relationships that were made between us, they were real. and it will all continue to be real in whatever way we decide to keep it. we can and should grieve what could have/should have been, and we can and should be mad, because there’s no question, we were wronged, but let’s not stay in that negativity place forever. let’s not forget why we all were drawn here to begin with, and let’s not forget what we’ve gained from each other 

it wasn’t “just a tv show.” it was, and is, a community that has influenced lives to the point of changing their entire trajectory. i have written over one million (1,000,000+) words of caryl fic, and bc of that i have been able to self-publish my own book, and get into freelance writing. bc of caryl, i have been able to ghostwrite and collaborate with published authors, and am on my way to making my actual day job being writing, which is something i’ve wanted since i was itty bitty. bc of caryl, i have traveled the world. bc of caryl, i have made relationships and connections that have, quite literally, changed my entire life. amc can’t take any of that away from me. it can’t take any of that away from YOU

so yeah, shit sucks, but hey, i got something for you:

we are fine, fam, or we will be, once we’ve had a chance to lick our wounds, because we are the holders of the narrative now. caryl is OURS, finally

so, when you’re feeling up to it, come join me in the sandbox, and let’s have some fun

stay hype, stan each other, bc twd is in its grave, but caryl is forever,

-diz

p.s. felt weird not having a 30 rock reference in here anywhere so:

k bye 4 real

#god bless and amen #luhh u all #caryl #caryl spoilers #twd #twd s11 spoilers #dunlap tp

[whateverisbeautiful]

🀄️reflecting on richonne

Rick and Michonne have had many similarities in their individual journeys. Some tragic, like both losing their firstborn sons and having to kill their best friend from the old world after that said-friend tried to take Judith from them. But one of the really sweet similarities is them both having an elder that influenced their lives. 

Both R&M had an elder figure that really believed in them and helped them hold onto hope, not just for the greater good of everyone but for their own life too. And both these elders passed down a memorable, powerful, and needed phrase that helped Rick and Michonne believe love was still out there for them. Which then helped advance Richonne’s exceptional love story.

For Rick, that elder mentor was Hershel.

I love Hershel and I believe he truly was the second-most influential character to Rick. (With Michonne of course being number one.) In that lovely scene tending to a plant during the s4 premiere, Hershel passes down a sentiment to Rick that could be the thesis of the whole show and also the exact message Rick needed to know for his own life. 

It’s when Hershel tells Rick, “Things break, but they can still grow.” 

After so much loss, Rick’s family probably felt like it would be broken forever, especially once Carl became the only person left that he knew from his world before. In s3, Rick also hit a breaking point after all the loss, stress, and pressure he’d been carrying. 

Yet, despite all that brokenness in his life, something beautiful and better than he could’ve imagined still grew. Hershel had to remind Rick that, even when things break, whole new plants are still possible. And by embracing that thought, it helped Rick to eventually embrace the love and fruitful life that was out there for him. 

That idea of broken things growing and becoming new and bountiful is beautifully executed in Rick and Michonne’s story. They restored so much in each others lives and a whole new healthy plant is exactly what Rick got through Michonne and their wonderful Grimes 2.0 family.

Imo it’s no coincidence that right after this farming scene between Hershel and Rick, we immediately hear Michonne riding in on a horse as Rick stands up like he’s been magnetically summoned to greet her. Michonne’s return meant a crucial part of Rick’s whole new plant had arrived. 😌

For Michonne, that impactful elder was Deanna.

The more time goes on, the more I become a fan of Deanna. Because I know a Richonner when I see one lol. 

I love how much Deanna saw the potential in Rick and Michonne and tried to get them to see what she saw in them. (I also feel like Deanna knew how special Michonne must have been to Rick right from the jump cuz I’d imagine Aaron told her that the only reason TF agreed to go to ASZ is because Rick does what Michonne wants 😋)

But I especially love Deanna’s deathbed scenes with Michonne. It’s so significant for Michonne’s journey and heart. I adore how passionately Deanna wanted to use her final moments to speak with Michonne woman-to-woman and be adamant that Michonne go after what she wants for herself personally. (Plus it’s a sweet way to set up Richonne, which would be canon just two episodes later.)

Deanna’s pertinent phrase during their chat is, “Someday this pain will be useful to you.”

Having endured so much trauma, it’s meaningful for Michonne to be reminded that valuable things can still come out of pain. And the pain isn’t just useful to others but “to you.”

As I reflected, I realized one of the first ways we saw Michonne’s pain prove extremely useful to her was when she first arrived at the prison. Because I believe Michonne being a mother, and especially a mother who experienced the pain of losing a child, is what even led her to TF in the first place. 

It hit me how a huge reason Michonne even chose to first pull up to that prison fence is because she knew a baby was in there. 

Michonne could have easily just kept walking after seeing Glenn and Maggie get taken by Merle. I mean she had very little reason to trust anyone after Woodbury. But Glenn and Maggie were talking about a baby and they had formula and I think that maternal instinct largely led Michonne to take the big risk of showing up to this new prison group. Because she had to get that formula to that baby. She has to ensure that baby would be okay. 

And little did she know it was her baby she was saving. Making this one of the hundreds of reasons I’ll forever love Michonne and Judith’s mother-daughter story. 

It was the pain of Michonne’s past as a mother that was useful in leading her to a whole new family, where she got to not just love again but be loved again by her kids and her husband. 

I appreciate Deanna for passing down her wisdom and having so much belief in Michonne, and in Rick. And I appreciate Deanna for being a Richonne stan to the end lol. Like I’m glad that in establishing her as a character who can really read people, they have her being adamant to pair Rick and Michonne together because she could tell they were uniquely cut from the same cloth and compatible in every way.

I also think Deanna saw herself and Reg in Rick and Michonne and wanted to pass the baton to the two of them because she felt they were the power couple most capable of building the future she believed in. Just like Deanna expressed how happy she was to build a life with her family from start to finish, she wanted Michonne to know she could have that too because it’s really what Michonne most wanted. 

But just like Reg and Deanna weren’t only leaders and builders together, Deanna wanted Michonne to know that the person you work so well with can also be the person you fall in love with and who is deeply in love with you too. 

I know Deanna would be celebrating when she saw Rick and Michonne finally realize what she’s been knew, which is that they’re perfect for each other. And even with Rick’s “Farmer Rick” era being short-lived, I know Hershel would still be so proud of the way Rick and Michonne grew a beautiful new plant together. 🥰

#richonne #random revelings

[dayoldmtndew]

i. all you had to do was stay (p.b)

It was three in the morning when you slipped over the walls. Your knees trembled and shook as you walked deeper into the wasteland. You refused to get too comfortable in Woodbury. You'd been on your own for a year before Merle found you. You wanted to stay, truly, but you knew you couldn't stay anymore. That you couldn't share a bed with the Governor. He's worse than the dead.

That was all that could be said. You hated even thinking it, of thinking that you'd fallen for a few little lies and a pretty face. With their rotting flesh and hunger for the living, you never thought anything could be worse. Now, you knew the truth. You carried a bag of food as you set out north, toward the prison. A second bag full of stuff for a baby. The only place you thought might be safe away from him. He didn't know that you knew as much as you did, didn't think you knew the kind of person he was. Over the last few days, you'd pushed Andrea in his direction, had told him you needed space with the way the world was. It was believable. Adjusting back to it all hadn't been easy for you.

He claimed to understand. Pretended he didn't have wandering eyes. The entire concept of morality has changed since the fall. What was once right wasn't anymore. It hadn't been important. So what if an affair had taken place? Billions of people, billions, were dead and they were never coming back.

We do what we have to to survive, you always told yourself. Survival is all that mattered now.

You didn't stop moving until you got there, dawn just peeking out of the skyline. You took the longer way, the way he wouldn't expect if he ever found out where you were. Andrea's friend was here, Michonne. you reasoned, hoping it would mean something. Or, you hoped the old saying, the enemy of my enemy is my friend, still meant something. Whether it be the Governor or the roamers, there were countless enemies around you.

The one you imagined to be Rick stormed to the front of the gates, holding his gun against your forehead. You wondered who let him know you were there. "What the hell are you doing here?"

You threw him the second bag you carried, formula and diapers inside. Andrea mentioned a baby. His baby. "I'm here with a peace offering. That, and a request for sanctuary,"

Rick scoffed, looking through it. "And I should trust you why? Give me one good reason I shouldn't put a bullet in your brain,"

"I spent a year on the road, living in hundreds of different houses. Do you know how many people hid supplies and died before they could come back for them? How if you look at the right place, you can find medicine, food, weapons, and water?"

"And you just left it?"

"For the most part. I knew I would need it later. I can help you get it, and let you keep most of it. I'll be gone soon. I just need to hide for a little while,"

Rick rubbed his temples. "How do I know this isn't some trick? That the Governor didn't put you up to this?" You shrugged, watching as one of the roamers that crept closer was shot down with an arrow. You didn't see where it came from. It made you fidget with your gun. "Then say no and do it quick before more of them come. If you won't let me hide here, then I need to find somewhere else before he realizes I'm gone,"

You knew how it looked. The meeting had only taken place the day before. "Why would he care? Are you two together?"

You gave a soft laugh. "Hardly. Though, he might think so. But, then again, I am pregnant with his child," You needed a place to try to get rid of it. You couldn't exactly perform an abortion in the woods with a dirty bra wire and live.

Rick rubbed his head. "Fine. Fine. But if you even try to pull anything, and I mean anything, I will kill you. If I even think you're going to, I'm going to put you down. Do you understand me?"

"Loud and clear, Officer Friendly,"

#the walking dead x reader #phillip blake x reader #the governor x reader #obgyn carol era #this is governors public enemy number 1 reader

[con-clavi-con-jae]

Would you mind talking about THAT PLAY?

I would like to know a bit more.

ALRIGHT THEN! I HAVE ANOTHER POST ON MY DRAFTS ABT MY CHARACTER BUT ALSO I'm gonna talk a bit abt the plot.

Basically it's a retelling of Jekyll and Hyde.

Doctor Jekyll needed a test subject for one of his experiments, and ends up finding a mental patient named Nancy Noonan, who's the main suspect of murder that Hyde committed.

He knows that she's innocent, obviously, so he makes his lawyer Jane Utterson find some way to keep the girl and use her as a test subject (Jane is also my second favorite character btw I love her she's cool). Nancy also has weird abilities that let her see the future and read minds, so she gets taken away to a circus by a weird nurse that like. We don't liek her.

So there's a whole thing, the wife of the man that was murdered doesn't want the girl to be back and she's so pissed that these people are trying to get her back (she's also Jekyll's not so secret lover and she's another one of my favs and I made her dress btw she's so cool and she's played by one of my besties) but she agrees in the end bc science. And like his housekeeper, Mrs Poole, she also fucking hates Nancy bc of course, she's the suspect of a murder and she doesn't want her boss to be associated with that? Which is a very reasonable concern? (Poole was right all along, I'd fight for her)

Also my character. He's the best, and I read the book he's even better there. So, Rick gets contacted by Jane (the lawyer, who's also his cousin and whatnot) to do a whole investigation on Nancy and the nurse to get them back and all that shit. Which he kinda does? But the nurse hates him already so it's not like he can do much. But he does.

There's also this girl called Elizabeth (she's also just a character our director invented but she's played by one of my besties too) who just. Shows up? And she says she's the daughter of one of Jekyll's old friends, which is why he sort of takes pity on her when she says her dad was murdered and allows her to stay (spoiler alert but none of you're gonna see it so it's fine, she's truly not the daughter of that dude, and she killed him and the real Elizabeth) so she stays and no one likes her but she doesn't care.

So, they go to the circus and kinda try to kidnap Nancy back, but she reads Jekyll's mind and they both go insane. (Also holy shit the dude that plays Jekyll/Hyde is the coolest actor in the world and I sang a duet with him????) Which leads to him switching for the most part but not like. Forever.

Act two, bitches!

So there's a whole thing, also one of the characters is literally Mary Shelly (yes, *that one*, the one who's literally one of the most interesting humans to exist? That Mary Shelly), and she's writing everything that happens for a book. So "Elizabeth" goes to her and is all like "ayo Mary, if you could write a version of what happened at the circus where none of the whole going insane and switching thing happens and I save him, that'd be sick. Please?" So Mary's very confused? But Elizabeth convinces her by saying that she js wants to marry him or whatever, so Mary accepts... for some reason. I mean, she literally just wants to write something and she keeps being removed from situations where things could be written, I don't blame her.

Anyhow, while Elizabeth is trying to convince Jekyll that the thing at the circus never happened and that he's fine or whatever, Lady Danvers (the wife of the dude that was murdered) is paying Rick to investigate the whole case. To which obviously, Rick accepts bc he's a detective and that's also literally his best friend who just went insane with no explanation.

So Elizabeth convinces him and all, and then she's just like "ayo Hyde, it'd be fucking awesome if you could just like. Stay like that. That's a cool plan, so just do it." There's a whole thing with those two, like it's *very heavily* implied that they knew about each other's plan for a while.

So, Elizabeth just fires fucking everyone except for Mary and tries to make her whole weird ass plan happen, but Rick and Jane, as well as the weird nurse, find out about her. "Elizabeth's" real name is Gretchen and she worked for the real Elizabeth's family before she killed them all. Rick takes her to jail, Jekyll is fucking not normal again but almost, and then the ending is fucking weird (lovingly, ofc, I love that ending)

This is my really bad summary of that play. I could talk about it in detail, there's a lot I didn't say, but yk. Summaries r hard.

#jae's an actor #musical theater #the jekyll and hyde show #im literally going insane #i love this play #im also trash at summaries

[bi4bihankking]

then maybe 🥹 “I just think it’d be best if we never met.” for HankTodd post asylum?

im up for feeling sad too

It was a monstrous thing to say. Hank knew that even as the words slipped from his lips, and he knew that if he’d said it to Jen, no one would ever find it in them to forgive him. Even if he did... maybe want Jen to hear them more than he wanted Todd to hear them. He wanted to shout, “You did this! You never believed that your dad wanted to hurt me! And now he has! Look what he’s done! I’m barely even a human being anymore!” Even though he knew that if he ever said that to Jen, she would immediately take her father’s side and would tell him that if Alan had done all that to him, he must have deserved it.  

He was trying not to believe that. He was trying to hold onto the hope that he had any value as a human being. The that he was trapped in a hospital room while no one came to visit him didn’t really help with that, though. All the other Infinitors had given up on him, and the old men hadn’t ever had any faith in him to begin with. Jen’s not coming to see him was expected; she had a new boyfriend. She had no reason to give a shit about Hank anymore. But for the others...  

It turned out that Beth and Yolanda were dead, and he hadn’t even gotten the chance to mourn them. And Al and Norda were still in Kahndaq, obviously, but he had still been kind of hopeful that Rick would at least make his way down at some point. That there would still be one person who saw him the same way that they used to. He had been alone for the last few days, though, just staring at the walls of the hospital room.  

Of course, even when someone did come to visit him, it wasn’t someone he could be happy about. Todd was not supposed to be the first person to walk through his door, not when he, and Hank was quoting here: “Should have killed him when he had the chance.” Hank didn’t even know why he would want to. Didn’t that one sentence perfectly define their relationship? Todd hated him, had only ever put up with him because of Jen, and that was barely. He had made his displeasure known at every opportunity.  

If Jen had no reason to give a shit about him anymore, what fucking reason could Todd have to be here?  

Unless he really was here to kill him this time. It was always a possibility.  

The more he thought about it, the more certain he was that that was it. Panic began to course through him. Blood was rushing in his ears, and he couldn’t keep track of anything the other man was actually saying; he could barely even hear him. The only thing that he could hear was his thoughts... which Hank didn’t want to do. It was wrong to listen, but he also didn’t want to hear how much Todd hated him... he couldn’t turn it off, though... why couldn’t he turn it off? He needed to turn it off. He needed- Oh God, why were Todd’s thoughts so loud?  

So much was flooding into his brain: anxiety, anger, hatred, although Hank already knew that Todd hated him, so that wasn’t exactly a surprise, guilt, more anger, the sudden flash of an image of him in a straight jacket, cowering on the floor, more anger. Hank’s fingers tightened around his bedsheets, his knuckles turning white.  

Hank’s voice cracked as he spoke: “I’m sorry... if I could go back in time, I wouldn’t have gone to ask the JSA to help that day, but I can’t go back in time, because no one will let me touch Per Degaton’s time machine.”  

Todd blinked at him, apparently so shocked by that that he’d forgotten whatever it was that he’d just been talking about. “What?” He asked, his voice sounding strained.  

“Every time I go anywhere near it, Jay puts his hand on my shoulder and leads me right back here.”  

“Not that!” Todd snapped before immediately swallowing, looking guilty for once in his life. “Why are you saying that you wish you hadn’t gone to the Brownstone when we made Infinity.”  

“I just think it would be best if we never met.”  

Todd’s face had crumpled at that, at least for the five seconds before his shadow form took over his body, and he’d stormed out through the door. Without opening it, that was.  

Hank sat in silence for a second, relishing the peace, or at least he did before guilt finally washed over him.  

He really shouldn’t have said that. 

#henry king jr #brainwave jr #todd rice #obsidian #hanktodd #brainsidian #infinity inc #justice society #justice society of america #jsa #dc comics

[rickgrimesdoingrickthings]

“If you look like this, I’d hate to see the other guy.”

Maybe for CRM rick & villian unhinged fox 😂

Rick stared her silently. Calm in his features, despite the constant suppressed hate and anger- what kept him living- "This place now is under the jurisdiction of the Civic Republic Military. Further resistance will not be tolerated." He stated, eyes locked on hers. Damn, she seemed insane. Considering the situation, she was supposed to look scared or depressed, yet, she seemed to be having fun. The CRM troop that accompanied Rick had already surrounded her community, the arsenal and main buildings already taken. He had practically emptied his gun and assault rifle killing the walkers all the noise had attracted- the intention wasn't to get the place overrun, but make it a colony; maybe he still had a couple of bullets in his Magnum, but he would rather not rely on them since an emergency always seemed to show up. "This isn't my blood." Rick said with coldness, eyes so hard to read- was he saying it to scare her? Or was he just stating the truth? Indeed...if one looked closely, he seemed quite unharmed- maybe soft bruises on his temple or forehead, but nothing more. The walkers, he killed all- the humans who tried to stop him, he also killed them. Her community didn't seem to have many firearms- many weapons but most of them empty. It was rather easy for his team to conquer the place. "There's no point for you to fight me. Even if you kill me, my forces already won." He was holding his killing stick, designed by the CRM to kill walkers, he had pierced the skull of two men with that as if they were nothing- as if their heads were eggs, easily breakable. Years with limited freedom had made him colder- his feelings darker, full of hate each day more- specially after finding out his old community was gone, the woman he loved, dead- The CRM knew that Rick Grimes would be useful though, and before the worst happened, they managed to rescue his two kids- Rick Jr and Judith now lived inside the walls of the CRM, and Rick now was their dog- despite hating so much what had been done to him, the progress of the CRM meant the progress of his kids, the children that motivated him to keep living, the only reason he hadn't taken his own life in an attempt to destroy the Civic Republic Military, now he was one of the most agents of the organization- they had gotten what they wanted, and now Rick wanted to complete his missions- to take her community was important, such important water supply under those grounds, a strategic spot for the military organization.

"Surrender, or I'll kill you, and demand cooperation from the second in command- and if they don't cooperate, I'll kill them as well, until I find someone who will agree and follow my orders. It's that simple."

@vuulpecula

#vuulpecula #crm rick grimes #crm rick #twd crm #crm twd #towl

[imlyfie]

Reread  @rosetintednerdglasses’s Greek Mythology Hades/Persephone AU Don’t Bite for the nth time and being the PJO fangirl I got absorbed into Uncle Rick’s Riordanverse again. 

Now I’m thinking how the Characters of Vincenzo would be as Demigods. More specifically Who would be the godly parent of the Vincenzo Cast. Here’s my take on our protagonists.

Vincenzo Cassano / Park Joo hyung

Son of Hades (obviously)

- Lmao, you saw that coming from a mile away didn't you?

- Tbh we all did. 

- His personality trait just fits the traits of a demigod of cabin 13 (ngl as a fellow Scorpio like Vinny I agree with this)

- The entire premise of the story is calling Vincenzo a ‘Monster’ associating him with death so this was a no brainer

- But actually, I had some after thoughts about him being the son of Hephaestus due to his affinity for fire but I personally just took this as a side aspect of Vincenzo with his preferences for destruction.

- His powers would be like Nico Di Angelo’s but also being able to control hellfire and metals. Basically a bit of everything because why not?

POWERS:

The ability to control Hellfire hence his affinity to regular fire which is a mild comparison of his powers and keeps him in check calms him down.

His ability of precious metal manipulation resonates with his desire for gold (let's be real who doesn't want to be rich) but imo in this AU, this greed for money is a partial excuse because gold is his main dealings (just like how he sent like 80 million euro which I can assume to be the value of the gold traded to the Luciano for Cha Young) I think his main dealing with bribery is his domain when it comes to material affinities. And since he can conjure precious metals out of thin air he is never out of money or else how do you explain him getting enough Booralro suits to change here and there every episode when he got robbed in his first five minutes in Korea? Also side headcanon that his lighters are made of gold and platinum, the ones he conjured on his own.

he also can control the undead like Nico, but i think it would bee more watered down, occadionally summoning a kitten skeleton to keep him company in his private office or something.

Umbrakinesis (ability to control the shadows) cool ability I don't think he uses it much unless he is preparing for a combat attack but the side effect is since he does not use it much, this ability of his is only able to be harnessed in darkness. Any flick of light as bright as the billboards in Seoul city or bright street lights can cause him to strain. He can also hence shadow travel but becomes really exhausted.

And just like all children of Hades, he can control the walls of the underworld.

Preferred choice of weapon: Stygian sword and gun

-Vincenzo is more accustomed to death and is both known as the Gatto Sazio and Reaper of Scum in the mafia, the latter name mainly for his affinity of eliminating the betrayers of the Cassanos. 

As the saying goes, “you either die a hero, or live long enough to see yourself become a villain.” This designation might also give some insight on how Vincenzo is emotionless to killing (since in most cases, rather than death, the killing is what traumatises you) yet Vincenzo Cassano is very mechanical when it comes to his kills, going the extra mile to toy with them. Maybe being the son of the God of Death might be one of the reasons he is so unaffected, though he has trauma through nightmares, it is safe to  say that for the most part he doesn't mind if he has to kill someone, he’ll carry out the order without a second thought if he deems the victim of his kill worthy of death as a consequence for their actions  as if he is almost reaping them. Yes his actions have caused unresolved trauma to him, but he has accepted it, made peace with it. 

Imagine a young 9 year old korean boy who has just assimilated into his new italian life, name and language only to realise that he was emitting strange powers, he could bend shadows and had an affinity for metals (which were not cursed). He would hear stories about the demigods who once roamed the earth and his own family’s ancestry which travelled back to one of the children of the big three. After his parents Matteo and Fiorella Di Angelo were murdered by a freak robbery incident Vincenzo Di Angelo found himself at the Cassano estate holding his family’s only heirloom of their ancestor, the Diary of Nico Di Angelo which contains tips of how to survive as a demigod of the King of the Underworld and a black Stygian sword . Imagine his mentor was a fellow demigod of Nyx, and taught him the ways to defeat monsters if he came across some, imagine him killing enough monsters both magical and mortal that he looks at himself and realises he is still alive, he has lived long enough and killed enough to become a villain forging his own path away from the gods.

Should I write this? Please someone write this so I can die happily.

Hong Cha Young 

Daughter of Eris (goddess of chaos/ mischief and strife)

Another close call but this time with the goddess Nike goddess of victory (because my girl does not like losing). But the more I think about it, our resident crackhead lawyer and her infamous theatrics are the main reason I chose her to be the offspring of this powerful goddess.

Headcanons borrowed and inspired by @pjoheadcanonsbyid65

“Usually very intelligent, able to properly assess any situation. Very good at finding weak spots in defences, in people or armies. those kids who can ask a question at the start of class and send the teacher on a spiral, making them completely forget about their lesson plan. Can send any room into chaos with two words. Make excellent lawyers. Will literally fight over anything”

This has Cha Young’s name written all over it. Though she loves her drama in life by creating it, she has the emotional maturity and can assess situations, has background knowledge and she is willing to create chaos for the fun of it. Just look at ep 6, 15 and 16 for her strong points in relating to this theory. She is a ball of chaos and though more toned down than the riordanverse wiki claims how Eris’ children usually are, Cha Young is pretty spot on with chaos surrounding her.

 Hong Cha Young thrives in the commotion and adrenaline caused by arguments, she is an ace in court because of it. She bribed her witnesses, but in ep one where she decimates her father’s case? All by herself, she wins over her father who has 22 more years of experience than her. She even enjoyed and wanted Pig's blood on Jang Han Seok and when the ensemble screams in shock and disgust she grins and giggles giddily on adrenaline. Want more proof? Look at ep 6 where the tenants cause a scene in court at the gallery, she smirks, she glows in the chaos and she wins. When confronted with Choi Myung Hee she is practically giddy over the accomplishment, mainly fed by the chaos. Hours later she doesn't let go of the scene and laughs about the chaos executed and how the judge gets stung by the Hornets. 

Since being the daughter of Eris means inadvertently she is a granddaughter of goddess Nyx the goddess of Night, she can also to some degree shadow travel and has the constant pull towards Vincenzo for no reason. Though the attraction is one, their magnetic pull is another that can vaguely be traced to their shared power of darkness. Cha Young has never harnessed this, and mainly uses chaos, but I figured Vin teaches her this as well as becoming a villain.

Facts from the Riordan wiki page

Children of Eris can be very unpredictable and persuasive

The children of Eris can shadow travel due to the fact that Eris' mother is Nyx.

13. Children of Eris don't fear the Underworld.

Children of Eris are able to make a room darker due to Nyx being Eris' mother and have the ability of Umbrakinesis.

7. Children of Eris tend to have a rebellious nature because they are fond of chaos and anarchy

Peferred weapon of choice: Most of the time are her pointed high heels which can cause severe damage if struck  by her kick in the place where the sun doesn't shine or a dagger knife or celestial bronze and cursed gold given to her by Eris the gold causes sharp prickling pain that intensifies for an hour before the victim gets treated, however the gold only works on deities and/or non-mortals (though she prefers to stab them in the arms and legs before running away, she doesn't like bloodshed and kept it locked up once she left camp)

Side headcanon: that Cha Young went to camp when young but since Eris’ cabin was not widely recognised she was embarrassed by her godly mother since she was the only Eris kid there, she preferred the woman her father married when she was three, to be her actual mother. Her father was a mess not knowing how to handle her hence he sent her to camp at the age of 10 causing her to bear a grudge against him. She went to camp until 18 where she was studious, even rivalling Athena’s kids in her pursuit to become a lawyer out of spite to beat her father in his own game since she knew very well the topic of law was the only thing that sparked a decent conversation between them, and even that soon spiralled into a fierce argument, and the louder they both got, the more the temper and emotional whirlwinds flared, the stronger she became, she emitted a sheen of confidence, the aura that spells: ‘You fell into my trap, it's too late for you' which she discovered in one of their many arguments being the observant girl she is, and it enhanced her willingness to unleash her dramatic flare.

Vincenzo teaches her to embrace the powers she is born with and the skills she has developed. She learns through this journey with him that your powers are best when put to use for benefit of others doc not define who you are, and if the actions are taken to achieve your goal, and your powers mean the world calls you a villain, then fuck their opinions because you live your life to win it.

#vincenzo #chayenzo #percy jackson #pjo headcanon #vincenzo headcanon #CAN SOMEONE WRITE THIS I'LL DIE HAPPY #OR SHOULD I?!!!!! #NO but italian Vincenzo being a descendant (indirectly) of Nico Di Angelo sits right with me #my girl cha young is a chaos ball and i wont have you disagreeing #who else should i do? #from Vincenzo #Maybe ill do one for httyd #hong cha young #vincenzo cassano #song joong ki #jeon yeo bin #hades #eris #if they werent unstoppable before #they are coming for your wig now #NO BUT imAgiNe the AbSolUtE mEANCE they would be #im litterally squealing #the unhingedness of it all omaighawds

[usafphantom2]

USAF F-16 driver says F-35 would be better than the F-22 in the war against Russia or China

Fernando Valduga By Fernando Valduga 05/13/22 - 6:34 PM in Military

Many people think that the F-22 would easily crush an F-35. The F-22 is credited with better stealth and maneuverability, but it makes people jump to conclusions that the F-22 is definitely better than the F-35 in all war situations. In fact, this may not be the case.

An interesting question was asked to Rick Scheff, USAF F-16 driver on Quora, do you prefer to be the driver of an F-22 or F-35?

According to Scheff, the answer is F-35, no doubt.

Scheff said that the Raptor is as cool as possible, and is the largest air superiority fighter the world has ever seen, but since the F-15C that was originally designed to replace it is an airplane without a real mission in the modern conflict. “When was the last time an American fighter killed another fighter in an air-to-air combat? Go look for it, I'll wait," he said.

"It's nice to think about World War II/Korea/Vietnam and the great air combats in history and believe me, I wish I was flying at that time, but this is not the modern battlefield. None of America's conflicts present pitched battles against technologically modern opponents. Even if somehow a real war against a modern opponent began, the days of fighting within visual range ended. There is a place for visual identification and real fighter maneuvers now, but in a playless war against Russia or China, it would not exist. We would be killing them as far as we could. With this in mind, the fusion of sensors of the F-35 and the ability to transport weapons externally are more valuable than the ability of the F-22 to make curves in style," says the F-16 pilot.

In addition, the real role of modern fighter jets involves air-to-ground components: CAS (Close Air Support) and SEAD (Suppression of Enemy Air Defenses), and the old-fashioned bombing are the real reasons for having modern fighters.

"Multimission capacity is an additional bonus, but in the end, wars are won by killing people on the ground and destroying their equipment, so you want to: first, fighters that can kill people and destroy equipment, and second, to make the theater safe for bombers and jets/attack helicopters to kill people and break more equipment," Scheff adds.

The Raptor has some limited capacity to do this, but the F-35 is designed to do so. Similarly, the Viper is fundamentally superior to the F-15C, and the F-35 is fundamentally superior to the F-22. Multifunction aircraft are designed with the mission in mind. Air-to-air combat and air superiority planes are designed to fight a war that we do not fight and mainly function as high-speed cheerleaders.

"At some point, the question of which one you prefer to fly boils down to this: do you prefer to be the most fucked up high-speed cheerleader in the world or do you prefer to do the job? The F-35 does the job," says the USAF pilot.

“As an aside, if you were smart, there is a plane that you prefer to fly than anyone in the 5th generation. It has the same multifunctional features as the F-35, but it has proven to be effective and is working now. It is also much more beautiful, more fun to fly, more cinematically capable and thanks to the aforementioned sensor fusion, able to hitchhike on AWACS and other US assets to engage the same types of targets in the same range types as the F-35. It also has the distinction of being the last great hunt for ãdogfight and the most beautiful fighter of all time," concludes Scheff.

Tags: Military AviationF-22 RaptorF-35 Lightning IIUSAF - United States Air Force / U.S. Air Force

Fernando Valduga

Aviation photographer and pilot since 1992, he has participated in several events and air operations, such as Cruzex, AirVenture, Dayton Airshow and FIDAE. He has works published in a specialized aviation magazine in Brazil and abroad. He uses Canon equipment during his photographic work in the world of aviation.

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[ihassheepquake]

DC's Stargirl 3.03 "Chapter Three: The Blackmail" has aired on the CW and I'm here to talk about it.

Oh my god someone was walking a pig on a leash. So cute!

I still feel like this isn't the real Sylvester and he's trying to stir up some drama with the team.

The crocks just showing up in the Whitmore-Dugan home at random is so funny to me.

So good old Uncle Matt Tyler is gone, which isn't exactly surprising. Considering Rick kinda did beat the shit out of him last season. Granted, it wasn't entirely Rick's fault, and the uncle deserved it.

Cindy trying to help out the team anonymously from a distance is an interesting but I think brilliant choice from the creative team. Obviously, Yolanda and Rick aren't warming up to her any time, Beth and Courtney are more willing but still cautious (which is reasonable), and Cindy knows that. So she's chosen a different strength to play to while still helping out. I'm proud of her. I really do think after her experience with Courtney in the Shadowlands last season she really wants to be better and do some good. And if she can get some answers about her dad and her past while she's at it, who can say that's a bad thing.

Barbara and Paula's newfound friendship is my favourite subplot of this season. Paula very clearly meeting Tim and being like "I'll kill him for you" is amazing.

Look at Zeek coming in with some solid life advice!

Fun fact, Irwin Hasen was an artist in the original Alan Scott Green Lantern comics in the 40s and was the artist behind Wildcat! I believe he also did some work on early Flash comics. Fun little Easter egg for the fans with comic knowledge or who like to google every name drop (which is what I do).

I really wanna see Rick and Cameron fight this season. I think that'd be fun. And I like Rick standing up for this teacher! Even if it's mostly an excuse to fight Cameron (which it may or may not be, who knows). I believe this was the teacher he was having a lot of problems with last season and it's nice to see a little growth from him there.

Well shit Cindy, why you gotta come start-up drama with Sylvester. I do like to see her starting trouble though. Kinda wish she's replied to his "I'm Starman" with a "you were Starman." That'd have been fun.

Now, why does he have to come to fight them in a grocery store of all places? Have some tact! Who looks like the bad guy now? I do love me some teamwork, and you can really feel how Lawrence and Paula have been fighting together for years. Their dynamic feels very clear and defined. They don't have to talk, they know each other's moves and can play off each other really well. It's honestly some of the best teamwork we've seen in an Arrowverse show in terms of how natural it feels.

Another reason to think that this either isn't the real Sylvester or Sylvester was not the kind of guy who should be a hero, he comes out of the store looking like a crazy killer. He's not just going to beat them into submission, he's going to kill them. I'm normally a big believer that yes, more comic villains need to be killed already and it's a problem that they're left alive. However, I don't think either Lawrence or Paula qualifies for that.

Pat Dugan is so under-fucking-rated. Absolutely incredible man. The definition of a good father and a good man.

Thank you for saying it Cindy, Sylvester is super an ass.

On one hand, this Courtney & Cameron reunion is kinda cute. On the other, Courtney deserves so much better.

Paula is so fucking creepy when she wants to be and I love it.

Our first look at Mr Bones! Or perhaps a second person he hired to do his dirty work, but still!

Starman dead again? I'd support it!

Well, what an ending! Things are in motion, that's for sure. And of course, the little teaser for next week looks like Cameron is about to become a much bigger player. We'll just have to wait and see for next week with DC's Stargirl 3.04 "Chapter Four: The Evidence".

#stargirl cw #stargirl (dctv) #courtney whitmore #yolanda montez #rick tyler #beth chapel #pat dugan #cindy burman #barbara whitmore #mike dugan #lawrence crock #paula brooks #artemis crock #cameron mahkent #sylvester pemberton #stargirl #wildcat #hourman #dr midnite #s.t.r.i.p.e. #shiv #sportsmaster #tigress #artemis #icicle jr #starman #sheep talks superheroes

[callmeoops]

Light in the Dark - Chapter Twenty-Three

Warnings: Dixon Potty Mouth

“Merle I swear to God if you bring it up one more time I’m going to cut off your other hand and beat you with it.” Olivia threatened the older Dixon from the common area.

Glenn was glad that Olivia stayed back. Ever since she’d brought her feral animal home with them, she’d been responsible for keeping it on leash and making sure it didn’t attack the humans. If Glenn was feeling generous and forgiving, he’d say she was doing a decent job of it.

Why she did it, he had yet to understand. Merle brought the girl to a man who violated her. If Maggie had ended up going in Olivia’s place and the Governor had done that to her…Glenn knew he couldn’t be as forgiving as Olivia was of Merle. Hell, even Daryl held more a grudge. And that was his brother.

Whatever her reasons may be, she kept Merle close. Especially now.

He’d asked Glenn about ambushing the meeting place and killing the governor. Glenn had obviously shot down the idea for fear that their people get injured in the process. But Merle was stubborn.

Dixon stubbornness, as Olivia had called it.

“And it’s a real pain in my ass.” She told Merle with a side glance.

“Yet ya date a man with it.” Merle had quipped back.

Olivia shook her head, handing a bag to Merle, “Oh, he doesn’t have nearly the amount of Dixon genes that you do. Come on, we’ll go down and hide ammo in the yard.”

“Could hide a bullet in the Governor’s head.” Merle told her, but he grabbed the bag and followed.

“Trust me, I hope I’m the one that gets to hide the bullet in his other eye socket. But that day will not be today Merle Dixon. What’s your middle name by the way?”

He narrowed his eyes at her, “Whatcha askin’ for?”

“I don’t have a water bottle to spray you with, so yelling your full name like an angry mother is going to have to do for now.” She flashed him a wide grin.

She wasn’t sure he was going to find her joke funny, but after a few second he chuckled, “You’re a damn surprise, you know that? Get left for a few months and everybody’s different.”

“What do you mean?”

“The old lady, Carol. She’s different. Used to be a mouse afraid of her own shadow. Your different. Feisty now. Though you gotta be to put up with my baby brother. Hell, even he’s different.”

Olivia couldn’t disagree with that. They all were different. “He’s more secure in himself.” She said of Daryl. “Of who he is. Of who he wants to be.”

“He’s more whipped.” Merle nodded towards her, “Wonder who did that.”

Olivia rolled her eyes. She got down on her knees beside her secret hiding spot. “Hand me a couple boxes of ammo?”

“Girl, ain’t nobody gunna be able to get at that ‘scept for you an’ the kid.”

“You have long arms. I have faith in you.” She took the boxes from him and hid them under the catwalk, pushing them far enough back that they were hidden in the shadows.

She stood up and brushed her knees off before continuing onto the next spot.

“When ya think he’s gunna stop bein’ pissed off at me?” Merle asked after she hid the second couple boxes across the yard.

Say what you wanted about Merle, but he did care about Daryl. Just in a really weird way.

“Well, he does have that Dixon stubbornness.” Olivia teased, giving him a small smile. “I’m not sure. He doesn’t talk to me much about what has gone down or is going down between you two. I think he feels betrayed. You crossed a pretty big line with him that day.”

“I’m sorry about that. I didn’t want it to go down that way. Jus’ wanted my brother back.” Merle sighed, looking down at the ground between them. For a brief second she saw Daryl in him; apologetic and shy with his actions.

Olivia rubbed his forearm, “I appreciate that. I know you were worried about him. Might not hurt to tell him that too though. I’ve been telling him, but it always feels better coming from the person who did it. More of a recognition of mistakes that way.”

.--.

Rick and company returned that afternoon with bad news. The governor hadn’t been there to negotiate at all. And now they were prepping for war.

“You think we can win?” Olivia asked Daryl one morning while she was trying to steal a few more minutes of cuddles from him.

He nodded, “Wouldn’t keep ya here if I didn’t.”

“Daryl Michael Dixon.”

Daryl’s eyebrows shot up, “Who the hell-…Merle!!” He jumped out of bed, leaning over the hallway railing to try and find Merle.

Olivia ran past him down the stairs into the little kitchen area, “Merle! Run!”

“Yeah, you better run! ‘Cause when I catch yer ass yer dead!”

The group watched Merle try to sneak out of the room, only to have Olivia and Daryl appear right as the door was closing. Olivia sprinted, trying to get to the door first. Daryl grabbed her by the waist though as she hit the stairs.

“No!” She squealed, pushing and thrashing against Daryl to make it more difficult for him to get to the door.

“Woman! Let me kill my damn brother.” Daryl growled. He got a good enough grip on her arm to pull her backwards and let her go where he didn’t think she would fall.

“Need a knife Daryl?” Glenn asked. Of course, Glenn would ask.

Daryl shook his head, yanking the door open, “Nah. Gunna use my hands. More satisfying.”

“Daryl!” Olivia’s feet slid as Daryl shut the door with her holding onto the handle. She tried to pull back against the force but was nowhere near as strong as he was. Once he released his side of the handle, she stumbled through the door and ran outside.

It wasn’t hard to find the two brothers, rolling around in the dirt like a pair of kids. Olivia laughed at the sight before her and looked up to the sky, “Mrs. Dixon, you were a saint.”

Rick stepped outside, peeking around, “Is everything okay?”

“Just boys being boys.” Olivia nodded towards Daryl and Merle. Daryl was now on top of Merle, trying to get a good swing in at the man’s face. Merle got Daryl by the back of the vest and threw him backwards.

“Is that the good version of that phrase or the bad?”

Olivia shrugged, “Merle told me Daryl’s middle name and now they’re doing this, so…it’s fine I think. Hell, if they work out a few other issues during this little mess, that’s fine too.”

“Well, don’t let them get too messed up.” Rick turned to head back inside, “I need them for some jobs today.”

Olivia couldn’t help but be interested in that sentence. “Merle too?”

Rick looked back at her. He stared for a long second before nodding.

Merle didn’t tell Olivia what his super-secret mission was. As far as she could tell, he was doing odd jobs as normal. Most of which included bothering her.

But then she didn’t hear from him for a bit. Usually, she let him go an hour before peeking in to make sure he behaved himself. She’d been pleasantly surprised thus far. Daryl’s cold shoulder towards his brother seemed to be fairly effective in getting the point across that Merle needed to shape up a bit. Olivia was grateful for that. Daryl never said anything to her, but she had a sneaking suspicion that he missed his older brother.

This time, however, Merle had a rifle in one hand and a bag on his back. That was not a good sign. She grabbed her own rifle and a box of ammo from under the catwalk and followed him. Looking back to make sure no one else was watching or following, she rushed into the woods so as to avoid detection from Merle and the group.

He didn’t stop. Not as the prison disappeared from view, not as the woods thinned out to a suburban area, not even as he called out to Olivia. “Ya know. You talk about this Dixon stubbornness, but ya got the same damn thing in ya Peach. Startin’ to think it’s abused child stubbornness.”

Olivia came out from her hiding spot behind a house, jogging to catch up to him, “What are you doing?”

“Oh, just goin’ for a stroll.”

“On your own? With a rifle and a bag? Are you leaving? What about Daryl?”

Merle chuckled, patting her back, “Well, Peach. With a little luck, I’ll be able to pull this off and ole Merle will be back by sundown.”

Olivia didn’t like the sound of that. “Pull what off? What are you doing?”

“I got some business to take care of Peach. Now you head on back and keep lil’ Darylina in check. I’ll see ya tonight.” He stopped walking then, looking at her expectantly.

Joke was on him because she wasn’t going anywhere. “Nope. Try again.”

Merle sighed, “Peach. Don’t make me knock yer pretty little head out and leave ya here for Daryl to find on his own.”

“Merle. Don’t make me shoot you in the leg and drag your ass back to the prison.”

He looked at her for a long moment. “I put you in danger again and Daryl’ll have my ass.”

“So then don’t get into danger.” She scoffed. It was fairly simple. What the hell was he doing that would be dangerous? Looting for weapons?

Merle turned around and kept walking. So, Olivia kept following.

They walked for a few miles in silence. The sun slowly went down behind them, day turning into afternoon. Her mind was racing, flipping through different things they could be doing. She wondered if she could leave a breadcrumb trail for Daryl. He was an excellent tracker. He could probably find her. The real question was, could she leave a trail without Merle noticing? To be determined.

“You ain’t gotta leave an obvious trail for ‘im, Peach. He’s good enough he don need it.” Merle told her another mile in. “Sides, point was for him not to follow.”

“You really think Daryl would let you just walk away without going after you?” Olivia challenged. Even Merle had to know Daryl better than that. Daryl was angry with him, but that didn’t mean he didn’t care. And she told him just that when Merle replied that Daryl was pissed at him.

He didn’t talk to her again until he found a decent vehicle to hotwire. She watched him work under the steering wheel, pulling out the three bundles of wires to find the ignition and battery bundle.

“Try that one,” She pointed to one in his left hand. “It’s got purple wire and usually starter wires are purple in Chevys.”

Merle raised his head, looking up at her, “You know how ta do this?” Olivia just shrugged. He sat up, sliding out from under the car, “You got two hands. Give yer ole pal Merle one.”

Olivia crawled under the dash and started working. Battery cables were red, starter cable was purple, which meant this green one was probably the ignition.

Guess she’d find out if she died from electrocution.

She stripped the red and green cables first to twist them together. Before she put her fingers completely on the green cable, she poked it. She didn’t get electrocuted, so she considered that the ignition cable.

“Hey Peach, no rush, but got some biters out here.” Merle called to her. The sound of knife slicing flesh filled her ears next, confirming his warning. Shit.

After twisting the ignition and batter cable together, she grabbed the starter cable. Here went nothing.

She tapped the two together. Nothing.

Her eyes found the other bundles of wires, but they didn’t have a purple wire in them. Starter cables in old Chevrolets were purple. What the fuck! She found the screwdriver Merle used to pry off the cover and pushed it into the ignition. Her eyes scanned the car for something to use as a hammer.

Upon finding nothing, she sighed. Guess her gun would have to do. Holding a screwdriver while trying to smack it with a gun was next to impossible. Over the dash she could see a small horde of walkers closing in. Merle was shooting them down with a pistol, but there was no way he could take them all. Come on, Olivia.

A couple adrenaline-induced smacks later and the tool was wedged in far enough that she could turn it. Hopefully the ignition in that position would help. If nothing else, she broke the steering lock so they could drive it.

“How’s it comin’ Peach?”

“Peachy!” She called back, shaking hands grabbing the two wires again.

“Don’t hear no car runnin’. Can’t be that peachy.”

Olivia tapped the wires together again, holding them together a little longer than last time. The engine roared. She tapped the gas with her elbow to stop the car from stalling.

“We gotta go!” Merle yelled. “Move over.”

Olivia shifted so she could get up in the driver’s seat. Her body was not meant to bend this way. Once she was up off the ground, Merle pushed her into the passenger side, sliding in next to her and slamming the door. She fell sideways into the seat, fumbling around to upright herself. Not an easy task as Merle sped away.

“Even broke the steering lock for me. Hell girl. Like a little Darylina without the dick ain’t ya?”

She took that as a compliment.

“Merle. Where are we going?” Olivia tried to keep her voice firm. They were miles from the prison, going farther away now in a vehicle. She was tired of spinning her wheels. She had to know.

“We,” He looked at her, “ain’t goin’ nowhere. You, Sweet Cheeks, is goin’ back to Daryl.”

She shook her head. “No. I’m not going back without you. If you want me to go to the prison, then you have to come with me.”

“Listen Peach. Someone’s gotta take care of my baby brother. That ain’t me no more.” Merle chuckled to himself, a short bitter sound, “Hell, never did a good of it when it was me. But you,” Merle glanced at her again, “ya do a hell of a better job than I ever did with ‘im. He likes you…. Nah. Loves you-“ “He loves you too.” Olivia argued back. Her stomach twisted uneasily at the tone of this conversation. Was he completing a suicide mission?

“The day my little brother starts lookin’ at me with those heart eyes he makes at you is the day Imma gouge them out his head. Now I got somethin’ I need to do. Alone. You wanna help me, you keep takin’ care of my baby brother for me, ya hear?”

“No.” Olivia paused. Wait. “I-I mean yes. Obviously, I will always take care of Daryl, but no. You’re not doing whatever this suicide thing you’re doing is alone. I’m coming with you. You’re not thinking straight-“

Merle cut her off, “Straightest I’ve been thinkin’ in a long time, Peach.” He pulled over into a parking lot. “Now, get out the car, ‘fore I have to kick yer teeth in.”

“Kick my teeth in then.” Olivia looked him in the eye to show him she was serious. “I’m not going without you.”

To further prove her point, she buckled herself into the car and pulled the strap tight.

Merle looked down at the seatbelt latch and undid it. “That was stupid.”

She smiled, a little giggle escaping. “Safety first, Merle. Half of all deaths from motor vehicles involved people not wearing their seatbelts.”

Merle sighed. He thought for a moment, then started driving again. “Keep that shit off. Ain’t gunna wanna wear it for what we doin’.”

Merle opened his door and stepped out, stabbing a walker that had gained interest in him. Olivia followed obediently, staying close so he couldn’t bail on her.

He didn’t go far, just into the bar whose parking lot they’d been in. Olivia wasn’t sure how she felt about Merle being drunk while doing this plan. She was pretty sure he needed to keep his few remaining wits about him.

While he was digging through the bar for a favorable drink choice, Olivia found something far more interesting.

Merle had just settled on a smooth whiskey when he was hit in the face. Not with a fist or a bottle, like he usually was in bars. No, this was…wet.

He opened the eyes that had closed instinctively at the attack and turned to see Olivia holding a water bottle. “Bad Merle.”

“’Scuse you? The hell is that?”

“I told you I’d find a water bottle for you.” She grinned, proudly holding up the little thing. “I poured a water bottle in it.”

Merle scoffed, wiping his face with his sleeve, “Damn waste a water s’what it is. Get yer ass-”

She sprayed him again, “Language.”

The face he gave her, completely unamused by her punishment, was hilarious, well, to her.

“Gimme that!” He reached for it, but she sprayed him once, twice, three, four times before he retreated and wiped his face, “Damnit Peach-“ Water hit him again.

“Language!”

“Darylina ain’t gonna have a girl ta be pissed ‘bout if ya don’t stop.”

Olivia shrugged, “All you have to do is behave.”

He glowered at her. As he went to grab the whiskey, she pointed the bottle at him again. He slowly lowered his arm with a shake of his head. “Man can’t have a last drink?”

“I thought we were trying to come back alive.”

“Are, but jus’ in case.”

Olivia lowered the bottle of water and took his arm, “Come on, no death thoughts today, sir. We gotta go do something fun.”

“Ain’t fun, Peach.”

“Well how do I know? You haven’t told me what it is.”

.--.

Yeah, she was definitely going to die. This was the stupidest plan she’d ever heard of. But she couldn’t let Merle do it alone. That was Daryl’s brother. In a weird, fucked up sort of way, that was her brother too.

She had often thought that Merle was nothing more than a heartless asshole. He was brash, racist, piggish…the type of man Olivia could never like.

But he was more complicated than she gave him credit for. He had a heart. A heart that couldn’t kidnap Michonne. A heart that cared about Daryl more than life itself.

She guessed that was something they had in common.

“Do me a favor?” She asked as the car rolled forward towards the governors meeting spot. Her hand was on his arm, watching the walkers behind them in the side mirror.

“’Spose I owe ya one.”

She held up her phone. “Daryl will recognize this. He’ll grab it if he sees it. Just thought, if things go south, that maybe we should leave him something.”

“Whatcha got in mind?”

She turned on the camera and shifted it, so it was on herself and Merle. She looked up at him, smiling.

“Sure, you wanna do that? Ya look like shit.” Despite his words, he threw his arm around here and smiled at the phone. She rolled her eyes, putting on her best smile with him.

Then she snapped the picture.

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#5

With the stress brought on by the Noah's Ark Circus case, and the added stress of illness, Ciel's mental state begins to fall apart at the seams; revealing a side of himself that neither he nor Sebastian never knew existed.

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It's Ciel's seventh birthday.

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If anyone is looking for an editor for your fanfiction or original stories, I'm available for hire. I charge $20 dollars an hour, and all transactions will go through Cash App. Whether you have trouble with English, or just want someone to do the annoying part of writing for you (trust me, I know the feeling lol), I'm here to help.

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Attention Prodigal Son fandom: I’m going to start writing an essay soon on what the show means to me and why I believe it deserves a second chance, and I would love to have some of y’all’s own thoughts and feelings to add to it.

If you’re interested, please email me by Friday at [email protected] . In one or two paragraphs, tell me why the show means so much to you. I probably won’t be able to put everyone’s in, but I promise I’ll put as many of you as I can. Also, at the end of the email, please add whichever social media @ that you’re comfortable with so I can credit you.

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I don’t know if this essay will do anything at all, but I can still try. I haven’t given up hope that we’ll get this amazing show back. I refuse to give up.

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My #1 post of 2022

It fucking baffles me how there are antis in the Rick and Morty fandom. Why tf are you even here?? Have you even seen the show??? It's not exactly a wholesome fucking watch. Rick is the farthest thing from a good person, and Morty ain't exactly a sweet angel boy, either. Rick has quite literally destroyed civilizations (including his own), and both these mfs have killed a shit ton of people and aliens (some who did shit all to deserve it), but you're mad that people irl ship them?? Just shut the fuck up.

Nobody in this show is what's considered a good person. Nobody. They either have toxic traits, or are just straight up toxic af. But that's the fucking point. This show isn't meant to be Steven fucking Universe, ffs. It's an Adult Swim cartoon that's about an old alcoholic asshole of a scientist and his horny naive 14 year old grandson who go on or get sucked into dangerous adventures every episode. So if you're gonna be that pressed about people shipping them, or literally any other characters together, then maybe you should stop watching the show entirely, since everything that's said and done is SO far from being the "uwu I love my family and feel nothing but wholesome love for them" good morals that you fantasize every show and movie catering to.

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[lex-munro]

[Suicide Squad Scrap] Princess pt. 12

self-indulgent batjokes-flavored SS/BvS/JL, snippet #12, immediately following Famous.  just a tiny li’l thing, but it’s a hint that Flag sees a deeper plot.

the piece as a whole is rated Mature for pervasive language, varying degrees of violence, use of controlled substances, sexual references, questionable ethics, and themes of mental illness.  set from Flag’s POV, with references to Birds of Prey, but not compliant with The Suicide Squad.

***

Whatever new drug Waller decided to test seems worse rather than better.  Joker looks feverish, hair tangled and damp, eyes wide and red-rimmed.  He’s been biting his lips—there’s lipstick on his teeth and smears on his chin.

Flag feels a chill.

Joker looks a lot like June used to look after a bad possession.

When Batman’s in the cage with him, he looks up with a glassy gaze and sluggishly says, “I’m…sorry.  I was mean.  Last time.”

“What are you talking about?” Batman asks.

“I called you second…second-rate.”

“You didn’t.  You said I’d be second-rate without you.”

“I was trying to be mean.  When I said it.  So I’m sorry.  It was the drugs.  No, it…it wasn’t just the drugs.  I felt all wrong, and that’s why I said it out loud, but I was already thinking it.”

“I read your letters—your therapist had them locked in her filing cabinet.  I should have checked in with you more.  I’m worried about you.”

“Don’t.  Don’t be.  I’m good.  I got Boy Scout and Gun Bunny and Croc.  We have fun.  I defused bombs this time.  There was a little girl there who called…called me a hero.  I’m still trying.”

“Your hair’s getting long.”

It takes Joker a moment to process the change of subject.  He blinks, sits up a little higher, cocks one pale shoulder coquettishly.  “Ya like it?”

Batman ignores the question.  “Do you need anything?”

“Bottle of Xanax?” Joker quips with a weak little giggle.  “Mani-pedi.  She could even drug me up for it.  My calluses are awful right now.  I’d.  I’d snag your sheets something fierce, darling.  Please say someone’s…taking care of you.  I hate to think.  Of you all alone.”

“Jay.”

Joker swallows and blinks hard.  “P-please.  Go.  I must look a…ffffright.”

Batman reaches out and gingerly touches the bruise at the corner of the clown’s mouth, and the illogical, paranoid voice in Flag’s head is chanting don’thurthimdon’tyoudare.  “Got this on the job?”

“Yeah.  Should see the other guy.”

“Still remember our talk?”

“I didn’t kill him.  I’m trying.  I am.”

“Good.”

Flag breathes out.

Outside the cage, the Bat pauses beside Flag as usual.  “The nail tech needs to be talented; he’s picky.  His usual color is Chanel seven-thirteen, fingers and toes.  He’ll behave for at least a half hour after—he wouldn’t dare smudge a nail.  If your people can’t find someone, I will.”

“Chanel again,” Flag snorts.  “Because of Marilyn Monroe, right?”

Batman looks at him, but doesn’t answer.

That’s answer enough.  The Joker is a ball of contradictions—cheesy Jersey Shore clothes, swanky makeup, half fad and half timeless.  Flag wouldn’t bat an eye if the guy had an iPod full of shitty gangster rap mixed in with big band and vintage gospel.  He gives off a sense that his ideals of beauty are all Hollywood classics…Dietrich, Kelly, Taylor.

“I’ll take care of it,” Flag promises.

He goes home to Junie, who can tell he’s getting more and more wound up every time Waller sends him out.  He wishes he could tell her everything, and he says so.

She shakes her head.  “It’s all right; you want to protect me.  I wish I could help.”

He kisses her and pets her hair and says, “The best help you can be is to stay safe.  Remember to change your routine and watch your corners.  And keep that derringer loaded, all right?  If you ever think something’s not right, you get out.  Call me or Katana.”

“I promise,” she replies, and it’s such a relief just going over the same old conversation.  “But Rick?  I know the reason this is stressing you out so much is that you think Waller’s doing something bad and she’s using you to do it.  You’re a good man, and I love you.  Don’t ever forget that.”

The next day, he makes a call and gets his favorite pedicurist flown to Belle Reve with a promise of ample compensation.

.End.

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[momotonescreaming]

ITF Nonny again: Good old tumblr times. And it was such a shame there was no third season! Regarding the encouragement: At least one person would be hyped for whatever snippet, drabble, one shot you may write in this au whenever you would write it. <3 Alone your ideas! Oh, I already can feel all the whump in my bones. Poor Will! The reason for his death could even mirror Kierens? And Steve! Oh. The loneliness. Maybe he ended up as zombie because he tried to protect Tommy and Carol during the first rising, so their disdain hurts even more? Oh! And bless your heart for good uncle Wayne! Yes to all of his love for Eddie, who came back!! And Rick's plot line would be a nice fit for Chrissy. And oh! Nancy! She not only killed zombies, maybe for more whump, she was the one who killed zombie Barb and oh the regret, because so many came back, but not Barb, the one person Nancy wished would rise again? What could lead for Nancy to start to believe in the second rising? Oh the possibilities!

Nonny! Hello!! Sorry for the late reply, things have gotten away from me 😂

I remember the outcry when there was no third season, we were devastated. Out of all the shows - this one deserved one for sure. That cliffhanger with Amy! Aaahh!

And thank you for your kind words regarding my ideas 😊 I might have to start drafting up a little oneshot or something, just to get the writing flowing.

Will would be absolutely heart breaking in this au for sure. As much as I love Joyce, and know she loves her kids, I can easily see her starting to blame Jon for it. He was the one in charge of Will, why wasn't he taking care of him? Why wasn't he watching him? (Even though she's Will's mother. Joyce just parentified Jon so much.)

Wayne will always be a good uncle to me. I picked up a fic once that started with Wayne kicking Eddie out for being gay and I noped out of that fic so hard. Of course he's there to take care of Eddie. Make him nephew feel better, make him feel welcome, help him with his injections.

I just know that the Harringtons leave Steve to try and do it himself. Or make him go down to the local PDS clinic for help because he can't quite get the right angle. Oooh what if they keep making passive aggressive comments about his skin, and his eyes, and whatever wounds he still has. So Steve keeps wearing his makeup and contacts while he's home -- not because he wants to, but because he can't stand his parents comments anymore.

Nancy being the one to kill Barb is so angsty but so good. I love Barb, I love the way she affects the story. Another option is Barb got caught and killed by zombies but Nancy couldn't save her in time. Or oooohhh Barb lives, she comes back, and Nancy can't relate to her anymore. Can't see anything other than the zombies she's killed. Ooooh the drama.

There are so many options with this au! Much to consider

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[is-trump-dead]

the chronicles of brad: chapter one

Brad was the type of person to get a job done no matter what. It doesn’t matter that Brad puts his shirt on inside out 88% of the time, or that he forgets to grab his keys before he locks himself out of his apartment. When he gets hired for a job, you can bet his ass he will make sure it gets done, and it gets done well. So you can imagine that this wonderful combination of being a complete disaster of a human being with the determination to never fail a job has left him in some dangerous predicaments before. Such as that one time he was hired to track down that dude that stole his ex-boyfriend’s toilet and he ended up getting stabbed. Or that one time he went to a different country looking for a runaway turkey and managed to get arrested for illegally being there. 

Through all the jobs and the bullshit that comes with them Brad has been through before, he can confidently say that this job takes the cake and the dubious honor of being the worst fucking job he has ever accepted in his entire life. First he gets pulled into a shady white van that might as well have “Free Candy” written on the side of it because of how fucking shady it was, and then he gets a bag that smelt like bacon for some reason thrown over his head, and then because the previous actions taken against him weren’t enough, he presumably gets shoved under the seats of the van and gets hogtied. Now this isn’t exactly an uncommon occurrence in his line of work, but the fact that the driver of the van had Rick Astley’s Never Gonna Give You Up blaring from the speakers felt like a slap in the face. 

“Fucking hell. Can you just kill me so I don’t have’ta listen to this auditory torture?” Brad groans. His face is squished against the floor of the van. There’s so many crumbs littering the floor that it should be fucking illegal. He can feel them trying to work their way through the sack over his head and into his eyes. Disgusting.

“Well excuse me! This is an auditory masterpiece,” the driver, presumably, says. There was a voice crack in the middle of that sentence. They sound surprisingly young. Maybe late teens to early 20’s if Brad had to guess. Are they even old enough to have a driver’s license?

“Jesus Christ. I was kidnapped by monsters. Absolute monsters. Ones that think Never Gonna Give You Up is a good fucking song. Please for the love of God kill me before I do it myself.”

“That’s just fucking rude, for one. Second, we’re not gonna kill you. We’re hiring you.” It seems like the driver is the one in charge. Brad definitely saw two others beside the driver in the van. One to grab him and the other to tie him up and shove a bag over his head. At least the fact that he physically felt them touch him means that he’s not yet hallucinating. Hey, schizophrenia is a serious disorder and it happens to run in Brad’s family. Just because he’s 26 doesn’t mean it can’t develop this early.

Brad paused at that. This is a hiring scheme? Now he’s been hired in strange locations before including but not limited to that one time he fell out of a plane with that chick that wanted him to kill her roommate for leaving the toilet seat up one too many times, that other time while in the process of digging a grave, a police officer wanted him to kill his boss because they wouldn’t give him a raise, and the other time, and Brad shits you not, a fucking talking cat tried to get him to murder their owner for not giving them treats at 4 am. “Honestly? Not the weirdest way someone’s tried to hire me before. But, seriously? Why can’t someone just ask me normally? I have a website y’know!”

“Wait, you do?” The driver–who Brad is going to mentally refer to as Slim Shady for the time being–said incredulously. “You just have a whole ass website where you take orders for hits and other illegal shit? How the fuck have you not been arrested yet?”

“What makes you think I haven’t been arrested yet? I’ve been arrested 6 times this year, just FYI.” Considering the fact it’s July, Brad thinks that’s pretty good for him. Last year’s July saw him being arrested 10 times.

“What the fuck is wrong with you? Scratch this, Dave, shove him out of the van. This one is too fucked up.” Slim Shady’s voice cracked again. Brad seriously doubts that Slim Shady overhear is able to legally drive. Last Brad checked it was 7pm. That’s bedtime for kids of Slim Shady’s age, right?

“Well fuck you too man! At least I’m not 12! Who even let you in the driver’s seat? That’s so illegal.” Yeah, Brad was going there. Just because Brad is mentally fucked up, doesn’t mean you have to say it. 

“FUCK YOU! I’m 19 you old fuck! Dave, where’s the nearest nursing home?” 

“How the fuck do you even make money while being 5? Did you kidnap me instead of trying to hire me like a normal person because you have no money?”

“Jesus Christ! Just shut the fuck up. Dave, Cheddar, let’s take him back to CC.” The engine turns on with a purr. If Brad was more interested in cars he might freak out over how smooth it sounds. Luckily he’s not the guy version of a horse girl and doesn’t give a shit. Although, now he knows the boss and possible “mastermind” behind this whole shtick in someone referred to as CC. Does that stand for Creepy Cindy? Creepy Chris? 

But first, “Imagine being pregnant for 9 months and going through the horrific process of birth only to name your kid Cheddar.” 

“Don’t be a fucking dick! I’m trans asshole,” a new voice spoke. They sound vaguely offended but mostly perplexed. Brad guesses this new person is confused by his lack of fear or at least by his lack of wariness at this whole situation. Unluckily for these fuckers, Brad got hit too many times in the head to be concerned about the inevitability of death. He has ascended. 

“Oh, did your mom pick that out too?”

“Just, shut up, man! Dave pull the GPS out and let’s get a move on. We’re gonna be late at this rate.” And that’s Slim Shady. Wonder what their name is. Maybe a Tim or a Mindy.

Brad pierces his lips, “How incompetent do you guys have to be to need a GPS to find your way to your boss’ place?” He’s honestly kind of insulted that he managed to get kidnapped by these guys. In his defense though, he wasn’t really expecting to get snatched like a wig. He was just on his way to 7/11 to get a slushie. Brad wonders if these fuckers will give him a slushie if he asks nicely enough. 

“Cheddar.” A completely new voice said that this time. Probably Dave. The voice sounds like a Dave. And that’s probably a cue? Maybe they are going to gag him.

Seconds later his guess is deemed to be incredibly wrong as the feeling of a boot slamming into his skull causes him to pass out.

#the chronicles of brad